Tuesday, September 02, 1997 - There's no place like Home

Looks like my living room with my lonesome is where I'll be spending the next few weekends. Only major thing on the radar screen is to finish the dirty dub. It's really necesssary to switch gears and focus on the matter at hand. Which takes are best? What flows best? You can't really intellectualize it. You just have to feel it. Post production is go...

Sent in the last batch of film today. My refrigerator is now devoid of all unprocessed film. I did a pretty good job of predicting the shooting ratio. I have exactly 490 feet left. My refrigerator looks empty. I'll have to buy some food or something.

This process has been so rewarding to this point. Now I'm stuck with ideas on ways to improve on my mistakes the next go around. (More mistakes are surely coming.) I've been thinking a lot of the sequel of sorts, Dormitory. I'll have to start a web page for it, a 2nd film diary. That way I'll have the entire filmmaking process documented, start to finish.

I need to decide if I should splice the B roll tomorrow or continue with the dirty dub. I'm leaning on the B roll splice: I haven't been able to limit the dub sessions to anything under 4 hours, meaning I'd probably be up until 2 or so on a work night, and that's a no no (although it's already 1:40 now - When did I learn to do without sleep?) I can probably finish the splicing in 2 hours.

It's funny. The one thing during production I remember most vividly is trying to show Julie how to do "The Dorothy" in the Berkeley parking lot. Crew is ready to call it a day. People are getting punchy, and I'm amidst a sea of parked cars, trying to teach one of the principals a dance step that I watched over and over the night before in slow motion, but am starting to forget already. That's From Out Of The Blue.

-George

Ars omnia est.

-Calvinicus